Motivation For The Gym
After a nice little wake and bake session, it was time to get the blood circulating with a quick cardio workout at the gym. Normally, I would wait until after work to hit up the machines, but I had the sudden urge. It was like I was meant to go. Maybe it was the fucking weed telling me something, or someone, was there to meet me. Whatever the case, I was more eager than usual to be there.
Eating an apple on my walk from the car to the entrance, I threw on my I-pod and began to feel the blood rush through my body as “The Eye Of The Tiger” began to play. That fucking song rocks—the perfect song to put first on your playlist when you’re about to get your jog on. As I made my way to the elliptical machines, I noticed a flock of average looking chicks in the vicinity. Okay, this was not my idea of destiny.
Then, there she was. After about 25 minutes of minding my own business, a petite dirty blonde haired chick who somewhat resembled the 18 year old walked right passed me with an inviting look, but with a swagger about her that came across as ‘not easily pleased’. Did she not notice that she passed by the potential fuck of her life and damn near had me continue to watch ESPN instead of giving her a second look? She noticed; she chose to use the machine next to me. I immediately laced her up on some game.
A half hour later, we had agreed to play tennis over the weekend. I’ve never picked up a tennis racket in my life, but hey, it couldn’t be that fucking hard to learn. I courteously departed from the ripe looking broad with my dick so hard I thought I was going to explode. When I arrived back to my spot, Kelli from PinkandPerfect.com was there to sooth my need to unload on her shaved beaver. Now, off to work.